“W！ H！ O！ who
are
You?! "Harry huffed and puffed as he helped the stranger drag the cedar into Dumbledore's living room.
Then he stared at the man, who had a very natural attitude, and asked.
The man, who had thick brown curly hair like a sheep's, smiled amiably.
But before he could answer, Dumbledore had already stepped through the door. So the two men put down Harry's question and hugged each other affectionately. One of them said, "Abusi, thank you for your hospitality."
Thank you for asking me! 'And the other said,' I thought you wouldn't be here till evening, Paddy Finlay! '
The man called Paddy Fenlin smiled and wiped the sweat off his forehead with the towel hanging around his neck.
He explained slowly, "When I was passing by Lapland (the legendary hometown of Santa Claus), I remembered that you didn't have a Christmas tree, so I brought one over."
Harry watched Dumbledore and the man talking happily. He had to hold his chin up and stuttered, "Are... are you Santa Claus?"
"Hahahaha... Harry,
Paddy is an old friend of mine.
I invited him to spend Christmas with us a few days ago. "Dumbledore added with a smile.
"I think you two will get along."
Harry looked up at Paddy for a while. Paddy scratched his brown hair.
He also gave Harry a slightly silly smile.
Then he said in a negotiating tone, "Why don't we decorate the Christmas tree first?"
Just as Dumbledore said,
Harry and Paddy got along quite well, after all.
It wasn't that the two of them hit it off at first sight. The key was that Paddy was a rather childish and good-tempered person.
Generally speaking, childish adults would be as energetic as the young Sirius.
But they often caused trouble that was difficult to resolve.
A good-tempered adult would also have the attributes of an elder, and would always want to impart some life experience to you. But Padifinn was like a combination of Sirius and Remus. He was innocent, warm, and gentle. When Harry looked into his bright eyes, he could detect both happiness and melancholy at the same time. The melancholy did not detract from his happiness. It was the melancholy of the soul that all animals and men with simple natures would feel.
Harry liked Paddy a lot, but he did not know that Dumbledore had an old friend who was close enough to spend Christmas with. So when they sat by the fireplace, drinking whiskey (Harry drank milk) and chatting, Harry could not help but ask, "Paddy, did you graduate from Hogwarts too?" Perhaps he was Dumbledore's student?
But Paddy smiled shyly and said softly, "No, Harry, I'm not a student of Hogwarts. In fact …" He rubbed his hands together as if he was embarrassed. "I'm not a wizard either!"
Harry choked on a mouthful of milk. When he looked up, his eyes were glistening with tears. Paddy quickly handed him a tissue. Harry did not have time to wipe the milk and tears from the corners of his mouth. He looked at Paddy and Dumbledore in disbelief and asked, "Not a wizard?"
Paddy smiled gently but did not speak. Dumbledore looked like he was answering a student's basic question in class. "Harry, we know that there are so many magical and mysterious stories in this world. They can't all belong to wizards. In fact, I remember that you're quite close to those kids from America? "
Harry was tongue-tied. Dumbledore smiled slyly. "So, is it enough to have only wizards in Britain? In our legends, there are fairies with peacock feathers on their heads, ghosts with fire under their feet, and fairies with colorful crystal balls in their hands. "
Harry had never thought of this before, but once he accepted it … The boy swallowed hard and looked at Paddy with more enthusiasm. "So, Paddy … are you a human or a ghost?"
Paddy seemed to be in a dilemma. He hesitated for a moment before replying slowly, "I've lived for a long time, and I've even changed my body a few times. Some people call me an immortal, some see me as a demon from hell, and some think that I'm a ghost. But generally speaking, I should be considered an elf. Although I'm not sure, I've always felt close to the mountains and valleys …"
Harry quickly moved closer to Paddy. "Then you must have seen a lot of history?"
This time, Paddy's answer was more straightforward. "Ah, yes, quite a lot. But most of the time, I learned about the past from history books. Living in history doesn't allow me to know all the major events that happened. And generally speaking, I'm more willing to meet interesting people based on my interest … Oh, and sometimes I'll take notes too, to record some really interesting 'history'. Look!"
Harry stared at the booklet in front of him, completely petrified.
Paddy Fenlin, an elf from the forest, had another name in Harry's world: Beedle. This setting was still a little exciting for Harry, but Dumbledore had prepared more surprises for him. When he woke up for breakfast the next morning, he found Trelawney sitting opposite Paddy, reading his palm.
Trelawney said, "Your lifeline is not good. It's intermittent. I'm afraid your life will be bumpy …"
Paddy listened attentively. "I also feel that things might not be going well recently …"
You're counting the last fifty years, aren't you?
Harry rubbed his eyes hard. He wanted to ask Dumbledore for an introduction to the plot, but found Dumbledore playing chess with an old man who looked no less than a hundred years old in the back garden. Harry knew the old man. It was the owner of the Sorcerer's Stone, Nicklemay!
"Yo, Harry, you're already up. There's sandwiches in the kitchen …" Dumbledore continued to laugh.
Nicklemay also smiled kindly. "Help us make a pot of tea while you're at it!"
Harry shook his head violently and turned to walk into the house. He bumped into another old man. The old man in his pajamas immediately fell to the porch. Harry was scared out of his wits. He quickly helped the old man up and asked, "Old man, are you okay?"
"Shh!" Dumbledore smiled and gestured to Harry. "Don't mind him. Let Inigo sleep."
Harry gasped and put the snoring senior on the porch. Without stopping, he turned around and went into the kitchen. While boiling water for tea, he gnawed on a sandwich and took out two oranges to make a glass of juice to calm down.
The legendary poet Beedle, the master alchemist who had lived in seclusion for many years, and the Dream Solver whose life and death were mysteries … Anyone in this house could shake the magic world if they walked out. Even Trelawney was the descendant of a family of prophets! Harry drank a cup of orange juice. His heart was … f * cking sour!
Harry respectfully brought out the teapot and cup. He sat obediently on the side and watched the two old wizards play chess. Nicklemay slowly took two sips of tea. She looked down and saw Harry sitting obediently like a child. She could not help but laugh. "The weather's fine today. Why don't you go out for a walk?"
Dumbledore blinked and smiled. "It's good to chat with Siebel and Paddy. Or play with brooms. But I only have Seven Stars Sweep here. "
Compared to chatting with Trelawney, Harry was more willing to go out for a walk. Seeing that the old folks did not need him to wait on them, Harry looked at the clear sky and really wanted to go out for a walk. He went upstairs and changed into a cotton vest that was convenient for moving around.
When he passed by the living room, Harry saw that Trelawney had already started to tell Paddy about the passing of time.
Paddy was stunned. When he saw Harry was about to go out, he asked, "Harry, are you going to the village for a walk?"
"Yeah!" Harry asked as he put on his boots. "Do you need anything?"
"No, but …" Paddy rummaged through the cupboard next to the dining table and found a map. He gave it to Harry. "This is the map of Godric Valley. Take a look and don't get lost."
Harry thanked Paddy and secretly blushed. His destination was very clear. Phantom Transfiguration was enough.
On the east side of the valley, Potter's house was in ruins.
Although the Ministry of Magic had maintained it for a while, the house had lost its owner. It was as if it had been soaked in Snape's magic potion. Weeds overflowed the garden's railings. The roses and Chinese roses had rotted in the mud. The mottled walls were abstract shapes of the wind and rain. The rotten floorboards creaked. Harry walked through the front hall and saw a door on the ground and an empty crib.
He could see the green light when he closed his eyes. He did not need to recall how Voldemort walked through the garden path, went up the steps, and opened the front door with his wand. "Lily! Get Harry out of here! "— James Potter fell first." Harry! "— Lily Potter did not have time to reach for the crib before she was hit in the chest by the spell.
Harry Potter's story began with screams, blood, and the Killing Curse. Lily and James were destined to die. It was not even a sacrifice. It was just a familiar setting.
Harry opened his eyes again. He walked around the ruined front hall and went up the stairs. He had renovated this house before. He knew which was the master bedroom and which was the guest bedroom that Sirius had occupied for a long time. At the end of the corridor …
The door creaked open. In addition to the dust, there were also Golden Snitches and flying brooms hanging from the ceiling. A black dog model with a tilted head ran towards Harry. But after a few steps, it stopped and fell to the ground, whimpering.
"Hey, pointy fork! My Animagus is much more impressive than this model! "
"Go to hell. I don't want a big black bear to scare my little Harry!"
"Lily, as a little marauder, I don't think Harry will be afraid of werewolves, right?"
"All four of you, come out. Sirius, don't lick Harry!"
…
There was a bright face by the fireplace. The fire in the bright eyes flickered with vigorous hope. Snow fell silently in the courtyard. The wind that blew through the valley was only singing, not crying. Under the starry sky, there was never a lack of brave young people. They solemnly vowed, they committed crimes, they drank butter beer, and they were far from reaching the end of their story.
Harry took a deep breath and turned to look at a pure black wand and the eyes of the wand's owner.
"Potter." Snape called out the boy's name expressionlessly.
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